20 June 2012
The festival bus will soon be here, Sun shine bound and full of cheer. A skip on a ferry, over the sea A ready pitched tent waiting just for me! So many bands and burgers and beer And late night gossips and toilet fear! For never such a sight to see As a festival pit, full of festering wee! A stinking hole in the midday sun No holy place to hang your bum! For five days straight I will battle on through, Vodka helping me deal with the festival loo!
Yikes!!! Off to the IOW fest tomorrow peeps, I may be a little quiet, but i'll be recharging my creative batteries (or at least getting ruined in a field in the rain.... maybe both)
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